Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 105 First Meeting with Han Li
The heat of the Ascension Conference continued to rise, and the warm atmosphere seemed to evaporate the surrounding air.

On the top of the main peak of Tainan Mountain, seven arenas are like seven towering giants, firmly rooted in the center of the square.

The sunlight poured down without reservation, as if covering the arena with a layer of dazzling golden clothes. Above the arena, various spiritual lights flashed wantonly, interweaving with the sunlight, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

On the arena of the seven major sects, a group of Qi training monks are fighting fiercely.

The clothes they wear are colorful, and every color and every texture carries the heavy expectations of their respective origins and families.

Some monks held sharp magic swords tightly, with the blades flashing with cold light. Every time they swung them, the sharp sword energy rushed out like a surging wave, as if it could cut the air into pieces.

Some controlled strange magic weapons, or balls flashing with dazzling lightning, whizzing through the air, accompanied by crackling sounds of electricity wherever they went.

Or ice crystals that emit bone-chilling cold, dragging long trails of cold air, carrying a majestic momentum that can destroy the world.

Every monk tried his best, and their clothes were already soaked with sweat, but they were completely unaware.

Their eyes burned with blazing desire, like hungry wolves staring at their prey, locking their eyes on their opponents and not missing any fleeting flaws.

In this fierce battle, every fierce collision of spiritual power was accompanied by a deafening roar. The sound was like thunder exploding in the sky, causing the audience below to exclaim in amazement. The cheers and exclamations that came one after another intertwined and echoed throughout the Tainan Mountain.

For them, this competition is not just an ordinary competition, but a crucial battle that determines the turning point of their destiny.

As long as you can win in the arena, you can get a precious spot to enter a major sect, as well as the foundation-building pill that countless people dream of.

Entering a major sect means receiving careful guidance from famous teachers, and those secret techniques that are usually kept secret will no longer be out of reach.

You no longer have to grope forward alone in the darkness, but there are experienced predecessors to light the way for you and guide you to make steady progress on the long road of cultivation.

The Foundation Establishment Pill is the key to opening the door to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Once taken, there is a certain chance of changing one's fate and successfully breaking through the foundation-building stage, and the lifespan will be increased to two hundred years in one fell swoop.

This huge temptation is enough to make them fight desperately with all their might in the ring, and they will never retreat even if they are covered in scars and blood.

Time flies like a white horse passing by, but in the blink of an eye, this Ascension Conference that has attracted much attention from the world of immortal cultivation slowly came to an end with a lingering feeling.

The bustling crowd below the stage gradually dispersed like a tide, and the hustle and bustle of Tainan Mountain also slowly died down. However, the faint fluctuations of spiritual power in the air seemed to still whisper about the wonderful moments of the fierce competitions just now, making people unable to help but reminisce.

Lin Fan stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back, his eyes slowly sweeping over every corner of the stage, his heart filled with emotions, as if he had gone through a long and profound spiritual practice.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a nimble figure from the crowd, like a leaping flame, suddenly caught his sight.

Looking closely, I saw a young girl in light pink clothes. She stood gracefully in the crowd, just like a beautiful peach blossom blooming in the warm spring sun. She was delicate yet playful and lively, which made her particularly eye-catching.

The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a petite figure that seemed as if a gentle breeze could lift her up.

Her face is round and cute, and her fair skin is as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade, with a faint pink tinge, just like a ripe, plump and juicy peach. When people see her, they can't help but feel happy and want to reach out and touch it.

Her curved eyebrows are like crescent moons, perfectly embedded in her smooth forehead. Under her eyebrows, a pair of big eyes are like clear spring water in the mountains, smart and bright, with curiosity and expectation flashing in her eyes, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky. Every time she looks around, she reveals an innate cleverness, as if everything in the world is full of novelty and value of exploration in her eyes.

Under the high nose bridge is a slightly upturned mouth, and there is always a sweet smile at the corner of the mouth, just like the warmest sunshine in spring, which can dispel the haze in people's hearts.

When she smiles, two shallow dimples appear on her cheeks, making her look even more charming and charming, making people want to get close to her.

Her long black hair was casually tied behind her head like a waterfall, and a few strands of hair playfully fell on her fair neck, adding a touch of casual and natural charm to her.

At this moment, the girl was looking up, staring at Lin Fan intently, her eyes full of admiration and yearning. Her eyes were like a traveler who had been searching in the darkness for a long time and finally found the guiding star.

Lin Fan approached and, after a brief conversation with the girl, learned her name was Qin Xian'er, that she came from a small family and had reached the ninth level of Qi training. He channeled his spiritual energy to examine Qin Xian'er's spiritual roots and was pleasantly surprised to discover that she possessed the extremely rare aptitude of ice spiritual roots.

This ice spiritual root is second only to the heavenly spiritual root in the world of immortal cultivation. The owner has a very high affinity for ice-attributed spiritual power, and can achieve twice the result with half the effort when practicing ice-based exercises. The owner's potential in the future on the road of cultivation is immeasurable.

Not only that, the spirit and intelligence that Qin Xian'er exuded in her every gesture made Lin Fan firmly believe that the Qin Xian'er in front of him was the proud disciple he had been searching for.

So, Lin Fan nodded slightly, a relieved smile on his face. He spoke softly and gently asked the girl if she was willing to be his disciple.

When Qin Xian'er heard this, her eyes instantly lit up with a dazzling light, and her little face flushed with excitement, just like the gorgeous sunset in the sky.

She couldn't wait to call out "Master" in a crisp voice. Her voice was clear and pleasant, like the cheerful singing of birds in the mountains, echoing in the empty square for a long time.

Lin Fan also officially accepted this cute and lovely female disciple.

After a while, the originally bustling venue became deserted. Looking around, there were basically only the disciples of Huangfeng Valley left here.

The eyes of these disciples were all focused on Qin Xian'er, their eyes full of undisguised envy.

Being accepted as a disciple by Lin Fan, a Jindan stage ancestor, means that his future path of cultivation will be promising.

Qin Xian'er's cheeks flushed slightly. She felt shy but also a little proud of being the center of attention. She subconsciously hid behind Lin Fan.

Lin Fan raised his hand and took out the Lingzhou magic weapon from the storage bag.

In an instant, precious light overflowed, and the spirit boat quickly grew larger under the nourishment of spiritual power, hanging steadily in the air. The runes on the boat flickered, emitting a mysterious aura, attracting admiring glances from the disciples.

Just as Lin Fan was about to lead everyone on board the boat and leave, a clear voice of "Senior, please wait" suddenly rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man of about sixteen or seventeen walking quickly towards them.

The young man had ordinary looks and dark skin, and was inconspicuous in the crowd, but his eyes revealed a unique determination.

The young man took a few steps forward, came to Lin Fan, bowed respectfully, and then quickly took out an Ascension Order, held it in both hands and handed it to Lin Fan, saying anxiously: "Senior, I originally came to participate in the Ascension Conference, but unfortunately encountered an accident on the way and arrived late.

"My name is Han Li. This Immortal Ascension Order was left by my ancestors. I beg you to give me a chance to join the Yellow Maple Valley."

After hearing what the young man said, Lin Fan did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned sideways calmly and glanced at an elder in the Foundation Establishment Stage beside him.

The elder was about forty years old, wearing a gray robe that had been washed to a pale color. Time had left some marks on his face, but he had a calm expression, and his every move revealed the calmness that came from years of practice.

The elder understood what he meant and stepped forward steadily. He took the Ascension Order from the young man's hand with skillful movements and looked at it intently.

He was seen using his spiritual power to carefully examine the runes on the Ascension Order. Sometimes he frowned as if he had discovered some tricky problem, and sometimes he nodded slightly as if he had received a satisfactory answer, not missing any details.

After a moment, the elder turned to face Lin Fan and said respectfully, "Uncle Master, yes, this is indeed our sect's Ascension Order."

Lin Fan nodded slightly, his gaze returning to the young man. With a gentle expression, he said, "Come up and go back with us."

The young man had his head lowered, but when he heard this, his body shook violently. He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of incredible surprise, his eye sockets slightly red, his lips trembling, and after a long time he squeezed out a slightly choked voice: "Yes, senior!" His voice was as soft as a mosquito, for fear of disturbing this hard-earned luck.

The young man walked quickly but cautiously, stepped onto the spirit boat in a few steps, and stood quietly in the corner of the spirit boat, trying not to attract attention.

He hunched his shoulders, clasped his hands awkwardly in front of him, and his eyes were full of restraint and uneasiness.

Occasionally, when a curious fellow disciple cast a glance at him, he would immediately lower his head, as if afraid that others would see through his inner nervousness and excitement.

(End of this chapter)